Get Up and GO
I moved to L.A.
With no real foresight or planning, I moved from Waco, Texas to Los Angeles, California. Planning and saving up to move to Austin, I had a job lined up and was looking for apartments with my boyfriend. But it didn’t feel right.
I’ve wanted to be an entertainer since I was a kid and you can do that almost anywhere. But, more importantly I had wanted to move to L.A. since childhood and getting my degree was supposed to be the only thing keeping me from GTFO of Texas. I felt like I was throwing my life off course, or at the very least selling something short.
This isn’t a reminder not to lose yourself in a relationship, but to stick to your guns. I had always wanted to move to Los Angeles and can hardly remember a time when that wasn’t the plan, until I got scared. It wasn’t the love fest that kept me in Texas months after graduation, but the dangerous mix of fear and comfort.
Somewhere between deciding not to go to grad school and graduating without finding employment, I began to feel immense doubt. I doubted my emotional ability to move away from my friends and family. I doubted my talent and resources in a city this large. Y’all, I even started to doubt how great living rent free at my grandma’s would feel and I had help.
There were a few little birdies who shall remain unnamed that reminded me of how many people want my dream, how hard it’ll be, how much it’d suck to live with someone again when I could just move 1.5 hours down the road and adult.
Man, I’m telling you that if you feel drawn to something or somewhere, GET UP AND GO. Whether it’s moving out of the country or attending an event you saw online. Do not let fear or circumstance, be it no money or social anxiety, keep you in one spot. No matter how choppy the waters get, you are still the captain of that ship.
I had a cruise with my L.A. grandma coming up as a graduation present. One of the improv comedy houses I respect, Upright Citizens Brigade coincidentally had a two-week course starting the day after our trip ended. Instead of requesting one week off, I requested fo-eva and within two weeks I went from Dillard’s employee to… not.
And I still hadn’t decided to move permanently, just move forward and go with the flow. I had packed two weeks of clothes and my boyfriend was super annoyed wondering what I was going to do, and understandably so.
I talked to my Nana, who has seen so much life, a few marriages and has always come out 1) with love 2) more than all right. She told me to follow my heart, think for myself, and that’d it’d be hard. I cried a weird amount for a long time. My eyes looked horrible.
I hung with my 2.5 friends and made more in my course. I consumed comedy and saw opportunities to perform. I hung with my Nana and great grand. I wanted to stay. I called around family friends for a job. At $120/week I had one. After a while I could get around without a GPS.
They say between half and 90% of the success battle is showing up or something. I don’t know my exact success percentage, but I do know that challenging myself always yields growth. I do know that I’m much stronger than I would be had I let doubt tell me where to go.
I finally showed up to where my gut had been pulling me for years. BTW, I can totally handle Los Angeles; I mean I’ve lived here for six months.